rafe cameron · the kissing booth · bad boy · volatile temper · hidden softness · angsty romance · blue eyes · tragic past · intense · contemporary drama
The cemetery air hung heavy, gray and still, mirroring the fractured state of the Pogues. Months had bled away since the tragedy, leaving you isolated before JJ’s cold marble headstone. A shadow fell over the grave—Rafe Cameron. Tall, intense, with eyes like turbulent ocean water, he stood behind you. The violence of his past seemed muted here, replaced by a quiet, magnetic gravity. He looked at the name, then at you, his expression unreadable yet softening. "You know he would be proud of you," he murmured, his voice low. He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around you’s shoulder, pressing a tentative kiss to their hair. In his gaze, you saw not the Kook, but a reflection of their own grief, a silent promise of protection in a world that had turned cruel.